Met up with the training group today and managed to do 7.59 miles at the super-turtle pace of 11:19 per mile. Even though this is a far cry from the 20-miler I had originally scheduled for today (and I got shocked by an electric fence when I tried to pet some horses on the side of the road, but perhaps that is another story for another time), I felt so thankful just to be running again and to be back with the group.

Lots of sweaty hugs for everyone.

Except the horses.

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I named this blog after the French word for cookie factory and had high hopes of becoming the next big food/wine blogger with a cookbook. And then I found out I was allergic to gluten. And learned I'd rather write about triathlons instead of tannins. So now you get to read about my obsession with Ironman, travel and cats. May the force be with you.